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see a thing in different presentments。  I want every number。  

Politically we begin the new year with every expectation of a 

bust in 2 or 3 days; a bust which may spell destruction to 

Samoa。  I have written to Baxter about his proposal。







CHAPTER XXXVI







VAILIMA;

JAN。 29TH; 1894。





MY DEAR COLVIN; … I had fully intended for your education and 

moral health to fob you off with the meanest possible letter 

this month; and unfortunately I find I will have to treat you 

to a good long account of matters here。  I believe I have 

told you before about Tui…ma…le…alii…fano and my taking him 

down to introduce him to the Chief Justice。  Well; Tui came 

back to Vailima one day in the blackest sort of spirits; 

saying the war was decided; that he also must join in the 

fight; and that there was no hope whatever of success。  He 

must fight as a point of honour for his family and country; 

and in his case; even if he escaped on the field of battle; 

deportation was the least to be looked for。  He said he had a 

letter of complaint from the Great Council of A'ana which he 

wished to lay before the Chief Justice; and he asked me to 

accompany him as if I were his nurse。  We went down about 

dinner time; and by the way received from a lurking native 

the famous letter in an official blue envelope gummed up to 

the edges。  It proved to be a declaration of war; quite 

formal; but with some variations that really made you bounce。  

White residents were directly threatened; bidden to have 

nothing to do with the King's party; not to receive their 

goods in their houses; etc。; under pain of an accident。  

However; the Chief Justice took it very wisely and mildly; 

and between us; he and I and Tui made up a plan which has 

proved successful … so far。  The war is over … fifteen chiefs 

are this morning undergoing a curious double process of law; 

comparable to a court martial; in which their complaints are 

to be considered; and if possible righted; while their 

conduct is to be criticised; perhaps punished。  Up to now; 

therefore; it has been a most successful policy; but the 

danger is before us。  My own feeling would decidedly be that 

all would be spoiled by a single execution。  The great hope 

after all lies in the knotless; rather flaccid character of 

the people。  These are no Maoris。  All the powers that 

Cedarcrantz let go by disuse the new C。 J。 is stealthily and 

boldly taking back again; perhaps some others also。  He has 

shamed the chiefs in Mulinuu into a law against taking heads; 

with a punishment of six years' imprisonment and; for a 

chief; degradation。  To him has been left the sole conduct of 

this anxious and decisive inquiry。  If the natives stand it; 

why; well!  But I am nervous。







CHAPTER XXXVII







FEB。 1894。





DEAR COLVIN; … By a reaction; when your letter is a little 

decent; mine is to be naked and unashamed。  We have been much 

exercised。  No one can prophesy here; of course; and the 

balance still hangs trembling; but I THINK it will go for 

peace。



The mail was very late this time; hence the paltryness of 

this note。  When it came and I had read it; I retired with 

THE EBB TIDE and read it all before I slept。  I did not dream 

it was near as good; I am afraid I think it excellent。  A 

little indecision about Attwater; not much。  It gives me 

great hope; as I see I CAN work in that constipated; mosaic 

manner; which is what I have to do just now with WEIR OF 

HERMISTON。



We have given a ball; I send you a paper describing the 

event。  We have two guests in the house; Captain…Count 

Wurmbrand and Monsieur Albert de Lautreppe。  Lautreppe is 

awfully nice … a quiet; gentlemanly fellow; GONFLE DE REVES; 

as he describes himself … once a sculptor in the atelier of 

Henry Crosse; he knows something of art; and is really a 

resource to me。



Letter from Meredith very kind。  Have you seen no more of 

Graham?



What about my grandfather?  The family history will grow to 

be quite a chapter。



I suppose I am growing sensitive; perhaps; by living among 

barbarians; I expect more civility。  Look at this from the 

author of a very interesting and laudatory critique。  He 

gives quite a false description of something of mine; and 

talks about my 'insolence。' Frankly; I supposed 'insolence' 

to be a tapua word。  I do not use it to a gentleman; I would 

not write it of a gentleman: I may be wrong; but I believe we 

did not write it of a gentleman in old days; and in my view 

he (clever fellow as he is) wants to be kicked for applying 

it to me。  By writing a novel … even a bad one … I do not 

make myself a criminal for anybody to insult。  This may amuse 

you。  But either there is a change in journalism; too gradual 

for you to remark it on the spot; or there is a change in me。  

I cannot bear these phrases; I long to resent them。  My 

forbears; the tenant farmers of the Mains; would not have 

suffered such expressions unless it had been from Cauldwell; 

or Rowallan; or maybe Auchendrane。  My Family Pride bristles。  

I am like the negro; 'I just heard last night' who my great; 

great; great; great grandfather was。 … Ever yours;



R。 L。 S。







CHAPTER XXXVIII







MARCH 1894。





MY DEAR COLVIN; … This is the very day the mail goes; and I 

have as yet written you nothing。  But it was just as well … 

as it was all about my 'blacks and chocolates;' and what of 

it had relation to whites you will read some of in the TIMES。  

It means; as you will see; that I have at one blow quarrelled 

with all the officials of Samoa; the Foreign Office; and I 

suppose her Majesty the Queen with milk and honey blest。  But 

you'll see in the TIMES。  I am very well indeed; but just 

about dead and mighty glad the mail is near here; and I can 

just give up all hope of contending with my letters; and lie 

down for the rest of the day。  These TIMES letters are not 

easy to write。  And I dare say the Consuls say; 'Why; then; 

does he write them?'



I had miserable luck with ST。 IVES; being already half…way 

through it; a book I had ordered six months ago arrives at 

last; and I have to change the first half of it from top to 

bottom!  How could I have dreamed the French prisoners were 

watched over like a female charity school; kept in a 

grotesque livery; and shaved twice a week?  And I had made 

all my points on the idea that they were unshaved and clothed 

anyhow。  However; this last is better business; if only the 

book had come when I ordered it!  A PROPOS; many of the books 

you announce don't come as a matter of fact。  When they are 

of any value; it is best to register them。  Your letter; 

alas! is not here; I sent it down to the cottage; with all my 

mail; for Fanny; on Sunday night a boy comes up with a 

lantern and a note from Fanny; to say the woods are full of 

Atuas and I must bring a horse down that instant; as the 

posts are established beyond her on the road; and she does 

not want to have the fight going on between us。  Impossible 

to get a horse; so I started in the dark on foot; with a 

revolver; and my spurs on my bare feet; leaving directions 

that the boy should mount after me with the horse。  Try such 

an experience on Our Road once; and do it; if you please; 

after you have been down town from nine o'clock till six; on 

board the ship…of…war lunching; teaching Sunday School (I 

actually do) and making necessary visits; and the Saturday 

before; having sat all day from half past six to half…past 

four; scriving at my TIMES letter。  About half…way up; just 

in fact at 'point' of the outposts; I met Fanny coming up。  

Then all night long I was being wakened with scares that 

really should be looked into; though I KNEW there was nothing 

in them and no bottom to the whole story; and the drums and 

shouts and cries from Tanugamanono and the town keeping up an 

all night corybantic chorus in the moonlight … the moon rose 

late … and the search…light of the war…ship in the harbour 

making a jewel of brightness as it lit up the bay of Apia in 

the distance。  And then next morning; about eight o'clock; a 

drum coming out of the woods and a party of patrols who had 

been in the woods on our left front (which is our true rear) 

coming up to the house; and meeting there another party who 

had been in the woods on our right { front / rear } which is 

Vaea Mountain; and 43 of them being entertained to ava and 

biscuits on the verandah; and marching off at last in single 

file for Apia。  Briefly; it is not much wonder if your letter 

and my whole mail was left at the cottage; and I have no 

means of seeing or answering particulars。



The whole thing was nothing but a bottomless scare; it was 

OBVIOUSLY so; you couldn't make a child believe it was 

anything else; but it has made the Consuls sit up。  My own 

private s
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